DISCLAIMER:: do not own. just borrowing for purpose of creative expression. no profit obtained.
A/N:: here's some fluffy henry and regina times to balance out tonight's episode in which i wanted to drop kick that little boy for what he did to poor regina. little bastard. beyond that, the rating has bumped up to M. i tried to incorporate it in a way that stayed true to the bedtime story but still gave everyone sexytimes, hopefully it doesn't suck too badly. read, review, and enjoy.
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-Chapter 8: The Elusive Daughter Of 'Maneater' Mills-
The next night, the father jumped straight into his tale without having to be prompted. "The Princess of Winter, now the deputy of Storybrooke, now that she had met her true love again in this new world, had spent some time with her, began to feel things she hadn't felt in a long time, ten years to be exact. Though the curse prevented her from remembering all the years she'd spent loving the Princess of Autumn, it didn't stop her from feeling the old love flame anew when she was in the other woman's presence. But with this love also came much conflict. The deputy did not know what to make of her sudden feelings, her unquenchable desire to be around this new person who had been brought into her life in a moment of true serendipity. All she did know was that this woman was her brother's wife. But even that did not prove enough to keep her away."
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Emma looked over at the huge white house, grateful that her brother had to be to work earlier than she did every morning. He left by 7:30 and she wasn't due to drop Henry off until 7:45. The only way this arrangement would ever work was if Edward remained in the dark about the situation. Whatever had happened to turn her brother from them, whether Cora Mills' influence or his own need for power and prestige, he would not approve of a friendship between his wife and his estranged sister. It was risky to even have asked Regina to do this, but it just seemed like the right answer to her problems, and Regina's as well. The brunette was the epitome of lonely, locked away here like a beautiful Princess in her golden tower and Emma needed a babysitter for Henry.
She looked at her son in the rearview mirror. It had taken her until they were walking into the flat the previous night to realise they were without a certain black plush. Her first reaction was to dread the moment when Henry realised the same thing, that he'd left Mr. Snuffles at Regina's. But to the blonde's honest shock, Henry had promptly selected a new dragon plushie from his vast collection. This new best friend was a red dragon he named Blueberry. She personally did not think she'd find a dragon named Blueberry (especially one that was red; wasn't that a little contradictory?) very threatening if she were a knight, but she wasn't about to argue with a two and a half year old's creative logic.
Blueberry was nestled safely in his car seat with him, tucked right there next to him in the spot of honour usually reserved for Mr. Snuffles. Henry himself was trying to puzzle out how to get his leg over and behind his head and almost finding success. His little face was scrunched up in complete concentration, his little tongue stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he lifted it to the level of his forehead before it before meeting resistance.
Emma rolled her eyes at his reflection and finally stepped out of the car. She came around, moving the seat forward, unbuckling Henry, and lifting him from the car seat. He left Blueberry there and when she bent and reached in to retrieve him, Henry told her no, shaking his tiny head. She left the red plush dragon there, completely puzzled.
She closed the door and started up the walk. A weird feeling made her stop. It was the small hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention, the feeling of being watched. She glanced around the quiet residential street where her brother's house was located, but there was not a soul around. Shaking it off as her own random surge of paranoia, she continued up the walk. She used her free hand to knock, adjusting Henry in her grip.
After a brief moment, Regina opened the door with a smile. "You're here."
Henry immediately leaned towards the brunette, opening and closing his hands rapidly in a gimme gimme gesture. "Mama, mama."
Emma raised an eyebrow at her son and then looked with sheepish embarrassment to the brunette. "Sorry."
But Regina didn't look the least bit like she minded. She looked just as excited as Henry as she reached out for him. "May I?"
Emma handed him over to the brunette who nuzzled his cheek affectionately with her nose, earning her a giggle.
Lucky kid. "He's never taken to someone so fast before."
Regina smiled. "I should think that a good sign for our arrangement."
Emma nodded. "Quite right." She shifted uneasily, biting her lip. There was a part of her that wanted to linger, to stay with her son and Regina, while another part told her to just turn around and go to work.
"Will you come in? I've just made some delicious apple turnovers with the slices left over from yesterday."
Well how could she say no to Regina's apples? She found herself nodding before she could even decide whether or not it was the best idea. She stepped inside, feeling in an instant like a invader who didn't belong in this place where her brother lived and completely at ease in this place Regina called home. The White Knight, stumbled upon the Princess in her golden tower prison. She followed Regina and Henry to the kitchen, where sure enough, most of the central island was covered with pans bearing delicious smelling turnovers. Sitting in the middle surrounded by all the pans was the black form of Mr. Snuffles.
Regina caught Emma's line of sight and shrugged. "It may sound silly, but when I woke up this morning, I thought it had all been a dream. You, Henry. Both just a very good dream." And Mr. Snuffles had been her assurance that it hadn't been.
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"Well look who finally decided to show up for her shift an hour late for the first time… ever." Graham smirked to show he was just pulling her chain and set a cup of coffee in front of her on her desk.
It was cold, but Emma was grateful anyway for the caffeine boost. "Sorry, dropping Henry off at the new babysitter's place took longer than expected." A lot longer. One taste from one of those turnovers and it was like work became unimportant. The only thing that had been on her mind was Regina standing less than two feet away from her. She'd followed the woman back into the great room where she'd watched her play with Henry, thoroughly enraptured by the woman who was the very definition of forbidden fruit. She hoped Graham wouldn't inquire further.
No such luck. "So, who's the new babysitter? I thought Gulbrandsen was the last resort."
Emma sighed. May as well get this over with sooner rather than later. He'd find out eventually anyway. "She was. But, um, well Regina Mills watches him now." She tried to act as if this were the most normal news in the world.
"Boo Radley?"
"If Boo Radley has anything in common with Regina Mills then I'm a Princess and we both know that isn't true." Emma chuckled at the very notion of herself as royalty. "She's actually really very sweet."
"Sweet? The daughter of Maneater Mills is the last person I would expect to be referred to as sweet. Plus, she's the wife of the mayor and we both know how much of a tool he is."
"Hey! That's my brother you're talking about!"
"Oh, come off it. That's the man that used to be your brother. Now he's nothing more than Maneater's puppet."
Emma couldn't really find a way to argue with that. It was no secret that her brother was in Cora's pocket. Cora Mills ran all of Storybrooke, and the mayor's office was the central hub of her power. The only person who escaped her influence was the pawnbroker who opened his shop at the end of Main Street, Mr. Gold. He was a charming enough man, if not slightly shady. But he'd help out when he could, for a price of course, and somehow he always seemed to solve your problems if you were willing to pay up. Emma herself had been lucky enough to never find herself in such a dire need of his services. She'd had a stable life, at first she'd been frivolous and immature as most people were in young adulthood, but Henry had changed all that. The second he came into the world, everything got a new perspective. "Henry loves her. That's what's important."
"And what about you?"
Emma's eyebrows shot up into her hairline. "Me? Love Regina Mills?"
Graham rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I meant how do you feel about leaving your son in the care of a woman at the center of your family's feud?"
Emma smiled to herself. "I get this feeling it's the best place for him to be."
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It was 3:52 when she came back up the walk. She knocked and the door was answered by Marie, who let her in without a greeting. "Mrs. Mills is upstairs with the child, left at the landing, last door." She turned and disappeared back towards the kitchen.
Emma frowned after the housekeeper before heading to the staircase. She walked up slowly, her hand sliding along the banister, her eyes trained on the second floor as she ascended. When she reached the landing, she was met with a colourless hallway of closed doors. She went to the left and walked to the end of the hall. She pressed her ear to the door but heard nothing. Slowly, she turned the knob and opened it to find herself in a bedroom. It was decorated in greys and whites, very neat.
Regina was on the bed, asleep. Henry and Mr. Snuffles were nestled safely against her abdomen.
Emma smiled to herself. Grabbing her phone from her pocket, she accessed the camera and snapped a few pictures of the sleeping duo before slipping it back into her pocket and crossing the room. She sat down on the edge of the bed behind Regina. Neither of the two people on the bed stirred. Slowly, she reached out and pushed a strand of the brunette's hair behind an ear.
Regina's eyes slipped open, looking tired as she glanced over her shoulder. When she saw Emma, she smiled. "Hey you."
Emma smiled right back. "Hey. Sorry to wake you."
Regina's eyes were already starting to droop again. "He's quite the handful." It was all she offered to explain her current state of exhaustion. She closed her eyes. "Lay down and rest with me for a while."
Her better judgment told her to take her son and go, but Emma found herself laying down anyway. She laid on her back, taking care not to touch the brunette, but that was cut short when the brunette reached behind herself, groping around until she found Emma's arm, pulling it over herself, forcibly turning the blonde on her side and pulling her against her. For a moment, Emma remained tense, but finally she gave in and snuggled closer to the brunette.
Both women were asleep in less than ten seconds.
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"Emma. Emma, wake up darling. It's 6:00."
Emma blinked the sleep from her eyes, focusing on the brunette leaning over her. It seemed like she'd seen this sight before, but that was impossible. She'd only met Regina for the first time ever yesterday. She sat up, shaking the sleep from her head. She smiled sleepily at Regina, her mind venturing into dangerous waters as she contemplated how wonderful it would be to wake up like this every morning. If only she were my wife. As soon as the thought raced, unbidden, across her mind, she launched herself off the bed in alarm, putting space between her and the brunette. She ran a hand up her face and into her hair, running her fingers back through it. "Where's Henry?"
Regina was staring at her in upset confusion, her hand extended part way towards the blonde as if she were unsure of reaching for her. "He's in his playpen."
"His what?" Emma was still freaking out in her head, her thoughts too erratic to process anything she was hearing.
"Come." Regina motioned for Emma to follow her and turned from the room. She led her to the door in the center of the left half of the hallway, one door down from where they were. Regina glanced at the blonde briefly before pushing open the door.
Inside was a child's room. What appeared to be an expensive solid mahogany framed kid's bed with enough space to fit five Henrys and a matching dresser took up the space on the left wall. The right half of the room was dominated by an antique looking chest filling with various toys and a small circular playpen, where Emma's son was currently engaging Mr. Snuffles in fierce war with a teddy bear, causing them to battle in that universal child's way of slamming them together and making different grunting sounds every time they collided.
"Where'd all this come from?" Emma looked around the room. This stuff was more than she could ever hope to afford and there was something about the antique chest that struck her as oddly familiar, though she couldn't seem to place where she knew it from.
"I had Marie go out last night and purchase some stuff for Henry. I told her to get the best of all she could find. I didn't know if Henry was sleeping in his own bed yet at home, but I figured if he wasn't, he could just nap on the couch or with me until he does. She had to guess his size, since he seems lean for his age, but I put on a new outfit and everything seems to fit."
It was only then that Emma realised Henry was, in fact, in a different outfit than the shirt and lounge pants she'd brought him in. Now he was dressed in a new t-shirt and what appeared to be toddler levis.
Regina continued, oblivious of Emma's shock. "I picked up the chest myself, from that pawn and antique shop on Main last night, Mr. Gold's. I saw it through the window. He said it belonged to the daughter of a very prestigious family once, when she was a child. I don't know if all that's true, but it was such a beautiful piece and he gave me a really fair price." She finally looked over and saw Emma's face. "What's wrong? You don't like it?"
Emma shook her head, still unable to wipe the overwhelmed look from her face. "It's not that. I… I can't hope to afford to pay you for these expenses. I'm just a deputy; I…"
Regina held up a hand to stop her. "Don't be ridiculous. I don't expect you to pay me back. Henry's in my charge when he's here and there were things he needed. If he was at a daycare center, they would be similarly equipped to handle his needs, and they don't expect you to pay for that. It's part of the package." She waved it off. "I'm wealthy. I don't travel, don't spend much; I can afford it. Besides, I like taking care of Henry. It makes me feel like I'm… his mom too."
Emma Swan could have kissed Regina Mills that very second, if her eyes didn't catch sight of the castle shaped wall clock. 6:20. She needed to get going or they wouldn't be out of here before Edward got home. Emma wasn't really up for that particular confrontation right now. So instead of kissing those berry lips like she wanted to, she settled for placing a small kiss to the woman's soft cheek, pulling away almost immediately after her lips made contact, but lingering a second too long in the woman's personal space. She finally moved away and scooped Henry up.
Seeming as if he knew it was time to go, he dropped the teddy bear back in the playpen as he was lifted and held Mr. Snuffles out to Regina.
The brunette smiled as she accepted the dragon, her eyes purposely looking anywhere but at Emma. "Thank you baby boy."
Emma smiled at the exchange. "We'll be back in the morning. Thank you Regina, for everything. If there's ever anything I can do to repay your kindness, please let me know." She turned and left the room, going as fast as she dared with Henry in her arms.
It was 6:28 when she sped away from the curb, and as she was turning the corner, she saw a black Mercedes turn the corner at the other end of the street. That was too close, in more ways than one.
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It was like déjà vu, staring up at the big white house, Henry tucked on her hip. She found it almost comical that he was so content with the situation. She'd finally puzzled out the dragon situation over dinner last night. She'd read the Babysitters Little Sister books when she was a kid and knew how Karen had one of everything at each of her two houses. Mr. Snuffles was the dragon for Regina's and Blueberry was the dragon for when he was with her. That was easy enough to understand. But what she still couldn't quite wrap her head around was why Henry felt that Regina was like his other mother. Child psychologists sometimes claimed kids picked up on more of the behaviours of the people around them than adults. Was he seeing something that she wasn't?
Sighing in acceptance that she may never actually have a solid answer to that question, she continued the rest of the way up the walk. Her knock was answered by Regina in an instant.
The brunette smiled when Emma held Henry out to her, taking the little boy into her arms. "Coffee Emma?"
Emma shook her head. "I'm just going to go. I'll be back after I get off work."
Regina nodded, looking slightly disappointed. "Of course. Another time then. Have a good day."
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As days became first one week and then two and so on, Emma kept finding creative ways to avoid spending any more time with Regina. She just couldn't handle the swarm of emotions that overtook her every time she was in close proximity to the brunette. It didn't help that Henry was so enamoured with her too. Every time Emma removed him from Regina's arms after work when she came to pick him up, Henry would cry, waving his little arms through the air at the other woman all the way down the walk. "No Mommy, want Mama."
Emma knew how dangerous this was. Not only was she interacting with her brother's wife behind his back, bringing her son around without his permission, but with each passing day Emma found the draw she felt towards Regina grow even more. And each day it became harder and harder to resist.
It was one month six days before Emma finally succumbed.
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The day had gone too fast for her liking. She felt as if she had blinked and her time with Henry for the day was drawing to a close. Despite her instincts telling her she shouldn't, she grown incomprehensibly attached to the toddler… and his mother. When Emma Swan had put her lips on her cheek that night, Regina had gone weak in the knees. She'd wanted to pull the woman close, to hold her, run her fingers through her golden hair and tell her that she is all the things Regina never knew she wanted. She'd had a good life with her husband. He was the perfect gentleman, quiet, reserved. He liked to read in his parlour when he got home from work; he pulled her chair out for her every night when they sat down to dinner, kissed her cheek every night before bed. But they were far from in love. Their marriage had always been built on mutual respect, nothing more, that they tried to convince themselves was love. She could literally count on her hands the number of times they'd been intimate in their entire marriage. For the longest time she'd thought him to have a mistress, and then after nearly three months of worrying about it, she'd realised she didn't care in the least. If he was getting it somewhere else, at least he didn't expect it from her. It was a lonely existence, but not a bad one.
And then Emma Swan and her son had happened. Edward didn't speak much of his sister, or any of his family really, just the occasional mention here or there. She knew of her existence to be sure. But her mother had seen fit to keep his family from their wedding. She just assumed she'd never meet them, never know them. But then, Emma Swan had shown up in her great room thirty eight days ago, and her entire world had shifted on its axis. In that one moment, the life she'd thought of as comfortable, the life she'd always been content with, became the life that was no longer enough.
She had just put down Henry for a nap, and she watched him from the doorway, curled up on his new bed with Mr. Snuffles tucked safely against him, with a smile on her face. If she could go back and do it all over again, this would be her life.
The knock woke her from her musings and she silently shut the door to Henry's room and went downstairs to answer it. She had sent Marie out to run errands, knowing Emma would be here to pick up Henry soon. They needed to talk about some things she didn't want Marie to overhear. She had no doubts about who Marie's loyalty was really to, and unfortunately her name wasn't Regina Mills.
Regina opened the door. The blonde stood before her, shifting uncomfortably. "Emma." She held open the door.
Emma stepped almost cautiously inside. "Regina." She flinched at the sound of the door shutting. Her thoughts had kept her on edge all day, expecting the world to come crashing down around her ears at any moment.
"I was hoping we could talk."
Emma bit her lip, staring down at her hands. "Maybe it'd be best if I just took Henry home."
"Please Emma?"
Finally the blonde nodded and followed Regina into the great room. She sat uneasily on one of the couches, wringing her hands. "Listen Regina, I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable that day. I understand if you'd like to stop taking care of Henry. I crossed a line and I apologise."
Regina shook her head, crouching before the blonde so that she had to look at her, her face scrunched in confusion at Emma's words. "Cross a line? You did no such thing. It's I who should be sorry. I've been… letting my attraction to you cloud my professionalism and I…"
Emma cut her off, her eyebrows shooting sky high. "Your what?"
Regina bit her lip and got up to put distance between them. "I'm afraid I may like you… more than I should." She turned quickly back to Emma, fear on her face. "But I want to promise you that this in no way will impede my ability to care for Henry during the day."
Emma smiled. "Of course it won't."
Regina breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. I was afraid you may remove him from my care if I told you the truth."
"I'd be a hypocrite if I did."
Regina frowned. "What do you mean?"
Emma studied her carefully for a long moment before looking back down at her hands. "Because I've wanted to kiss you since the moment we met and I've spent the last thirty eight days trying to keep that urge from manifesting in my actions. I almost slipped that night. I figured that's what you wanted to discuss."
Emma had wanted to kiss her? Emma still wanted to kiss her? Regina felt a shiver run down her spine to her stomach where it bloomed into heat. She bit her bottom lip and stared at the blonde. So this was what want felt like. It burned brightly inside her, eliminating all guilt, all doubt. "Emma, come here."
The request was soft and Emma found herself obeying without thinking. She stood, slowly walking over to the brunette, her eyes still downcast.
"Look at me." Another soft request.
Emma raised her eyes, expecting to be met with anger, but instead all she found was lust filled eyes staring back at her.
Regina glanced down to her lips and then back up to her green eyes. "Kiss me."
The practical part of Emma Swan's brain told her not to do it. This was her brother's wife. And yet, here she was, the biblical Eve, plucking the forbidden fruit. She leaned in and brushed her lips softly across Regina's. When God didn't strike her down where she stood, she deepened the kiss, leaning more into it. A fog swirled around her memories as though trying to recall something long forgotten. Something about this felt so familiar. Was that what love was supposed to feel like?
She had thought herself prepared for what it would be like to have Emma's mouth on hers, but Regina soon realised how wrong she'd been. Emma's lips weren't demanding, they explored her own as if reacquainting themselves with a place they'd traveled to in their past but had been away from for a while, like old friends catching up after a few years apart. She moaned the blonde's name against her lips and sighed happily when the blonde took advantage of the moment to slip her tongue into Regina's mouth.
Emma felt her insides clench when Regina moaned her name, drawing the second syllable out a couple extra beats. Emmaaaa. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever heard, Regina moaning her name like that. Her hands gripped the material of Regina's dress at her hips.
Regina pulled her mouth away first, her eyes still closed, resting her forehead against the blonde's, willing her heart to stop pounding.
Emma's chest heaved, her blood was thrumming through her veins, her lungs only able to take in short shallow gasps. "Where's Marie?"
Regina smirked. "I sent her to run errands."
Emma's smirk mirrored hers. "And Henry?"
"I put him down for his nap just before you got here. He'll be out for at least another half hour."
Emma's grin grew, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Regina kissed Emma softly, shyly. "Care to take this upstairs?"
Emma captured another kiss, unwilling to let the brunette's lips leave her for more than a few moments at a time. "Lead the way."
Regina grabbed one of the hands still resting on her hip in both hers and backed from the room and towards the stairs, giving Emma a coy smile. She led the blonde up the stairs and back towards the room they'd fallen asleep in yesterday. She paused outside the door, one hand on the knob and the other still clutching Emma's.
Emma bit her lip, looking suddenly uneasy. "This isn't… I mean, you don't… he doesn't…"
Regina shook her head slowly to reassure the blonde. "His bedroom is down the hall. We don't sleep in the same room. We haven't for over six years."
Emma smiled, all her doubts melting away. She shot forward, kissing the brunette, pinning her back against the door with her body.
Regina fumbled her hand on the knob as they continued to kiss, finally managing to get it open. They tumbled into the room together. She pushed the door closed with her foot and pushed Emma back towards the bed. Their time was limited and she planned to make the most of it.
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The father cut the story off there, for even he didn't know exactly what went on that day behind the closed door of the woman's bedroom. He could easily guess as to the woman's activities, but it had never been included in the story when he'd first heard it many years ago.
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The second the door closed and there was nothing to hinder them from acting on their lust, the hesitation set in. Emma pulled away from Regina, giving the brunette room to back out from the situation.
Regina, now that she had the taste of what she'd been missing all these years on her lips, knew she could never back out, not now, not ever. Her hands came up slowly to the deputy's shirt and, with sure fingers, she began to unbutton the uniform shirt, parting it one button at a time. Finally, as she undid the last button, she peeled it apart to reveal the tight white wife beater the blonde wore underneath. She pushed the over shirt off the blonde's shoulders, watching as it slipped to the ground. She traced the other woman's taught stomach muscles through the thin white material.
With careful slowness, Emma lifted her arms, wrapping them around the other woman until her hands found the zipper at her back. She pulled it down inch by inch until it reached its end. She dropped her arms and watched as the dress slipped free of the brunette's body and fell to the floor. regina Mills was a lingerie woman; Emma had expected nothing less. Her tan skin was smooth and flawless. The blonde looked at it with reverence. She lifted a hand, running her fingers over the plum coloured lace that covered Regina's breasts from her view.
"Emma."
It was a command, an order, and upon hearing it, all the blonde's remaining hesitation left her. She grasped the brunette on the backs of her thighs, urging her up. She smiled as Regina got the hint and hopped up, wrapping her legs around Emma's stomach. The blonde brought their lips together once more as she carried Regina to the bed. She laid her down on the mattress, crawling over her. The brunette's legs were still wrapped around her waist and Emma took the opportunity to grind her abdomen against the brunette's centre.
"Emma." Regina's eyes fluttered shut. She rolled herself up against the woman above her. Her hands clawed at the wife beater, practically ripping it in her frantic dash to pull it up and over the blonde's head. She finally managed to get it off and then went straight to work on Emma's bra, tossing it away once she'd slid it off. Her hands cupped the blonde's full breasts, holding their weight in her palm as she continued to rock her centre against the blonde's hard stomach. Her thumbs brushed over rosy nipples until they stood erect.
Emma pulled up enough to remove the brunette's own bra. Her hand slipped over breasts that were smaller than her own, but just as tempting. If they had more time allowed to them, the blonde would feast upon their fullness, but there was not much time to be had. She kissed down across stomach muscles, feeling them quiver beneath her lips.
Regina unwrapped her legs from around Emma and spread them wider so Emma could situate herself comfortably between them.
The blonde sat up, smiling shyly down at the brunette as she hooked her fingers through the lace underwear protecting the brunette's sex from her view and slid them down tan legs and off. She tossed them off the bed in the general vicinity of the rest of their clothes and then took a long moment to look down at the body before her. Regina was exquisite to say the least. Unwilling to wait any longer, she put her hands on the woman's knees and ran them up her thighs to her hips and back down to her knees again as her eyes devoured every inch of her. "You are so beautiful Regina, like one of the Princesses out of a bedtime story. Truly the fairest of them all."
Those words coming from Emma's mouth struck a familiar chord with the brunette, as if the blonde had said them to her before, but she knew that was impossible. "Emma." She repeated her early command.
The blonde smirked at the neediness behind the whimpered plea. "Yes, baby, I know." She kissed the brunette's knees in turn and then her inner thighs before bringing her mouth to the place Regina needed her most.
Regina closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip to suppress a moan. She'd never felt anything like this before. She wanted more contact, wanted to sink into the blonde's mouth until Emma had consumed her completely. She couldn't keep her hips from rolling against the mouth exploring between her thighs. Strong hands came up to hold her hips steady as the blonde's tongue licked at her clit teasingly. She squirmed. "Emma. More."
In response to Regina's command, Emma dipped her tongue into the brunette's tight entrance. She gathered up her wetness on its tip before removing it and sucking her clit into her mouth.
Regina could feel herself at the edge. She was so close, so very close. "Harder."
Emma dragged her teeth across the sensitised nub and was rewarded as Regina's back arched and she came undone. Emma's tongue dipped back in to consume the wetness produced by her orgasm, allowing the brunette to rock into her mouth once more as she rode out her orgasm.
Regina dug her fingers into Emma's shoulders and pulled up weakly on the skin.
Emma got the message and crawled up the older woman's body, their mouths coming hungrily together the moment they were close enough.
Regina could taste herself in the blonde's kiss. She pulled back after several moments to look into deep green eyes that seemed so familiar. "I do believe you are over-dressed for the occasion Deputy Swan."
Emma, still on all fours, glanced down between their bodies to her denim clad legs. "It would appear you are correct." She pressed a quick kiss to the lips below hers. "I should do something about that." She crawled off the brunette and stood beside the bed, never breaking eye contact as she unbuttoned her jeans, dragging them down her legs along with her red underwear.
Regina's eyes went wide and hungry as the blonde revealed herself fully to her. She grabbed Emma's hand and pulled the blonde back to the bed. She guided the blonde down to straddle her. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the blonde's arousal smear over her lower abdomen. She was more than ready for Regina's touch it would seem. Regina traced the stomach muscles around the deputy's navel before letting her fingers drift southward.
Emma raised up onto her knees to allow the brunette's hand to slip between her legs. She sighed breathily as long fingers made contact with her wetness.
Regina slid the tips of her fingers up and down Emma's length, exploring her. Finally two of her fingers dipped into the blonde's entrance.
"Oh God, Regina, yes." Emma grabbed her own breasts, kneading the pliant flesh as she sank down onto the woman's fingers. She moved herself up and down their length, meeting the brunette's soft thrusts with abandon. The build up was quick; she had been untouched since Henry's father over three years ago. To say she was sensitive was an understatement and in no time at all, regina had her tilting precariously on the edge. "I'm so close baby." As Regina's pace increased, her own hand slipped down between her thighs to rub at her clit. It took less than a minute for her to explode around Regina's fingers. She rocked against Regina's hand spastically for several more moments before collapsing forward onto the brunette.
Regina removed her fingers to lick them clean before leaning down to capture Emma's lips once more.
They lazed in each other's arms for several minutes before they heard Henry banging around in his room next door. Their time was up... for now.